Mothers holding aerosoul cleaners spray by peripherally pry control panel joysticks from adolescent fingers can’t take it any more captain narrowing scope the void leers in the joke of it all four plain walls enclose the known in tight picket fences with glowing orange for rent signs glowing in their eyes flickering heads float by babbling immaculate manuscripts of the proper hate scattering the focused and focusing the…

you get the picture all cherry red and sun blossoms with the sugary sweat smiles you just know would rot your teeth tired old ladies bicker about what they only wished were the real problems frightened old men take another drink and make crude jokes to fill the emptiness and I still can’t remember the goddamn punch line…